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unfulfilled love - unrequited love - love relinquished - life unlived...
we all are gypsies of a sort wandering traveling through this life other lives space and time here there and yon on roads less traveled - this is a written and visual journal of my own travels - imagined and/or real - come along with me - we'll dance among the stars under the sun and over the moon - we'll share our stories of love around the campfire - come along -
poetry from the heart...
POETRY FROM THE HEART - my own words dedicated to all the words left unspoken, the acts left undone - the love unlived unfulfilled -
6 comments:
Whew! I'm not in danger, I don't know how to dance...
I can make a graphic tablet dance to my tune, though. Is that the same? I fear not... :-)))
Roger
Your muse is fired up and going to town big time.
oh, roger, you protest too much, i think! about the dance - on the danger, but it is you who is the mighty snow tiger and i am but the dancing/wandering gypsy - where is the danger there, i ask? ;)
have a great day up there in the cold, dear sir!
;) trish!
That looks like a frenzy dance. Pity I cannot do either now.
how wonderful to see you over this way, trevor!!! and i think we can ALL do our own little frenzy dance, one way or another, even if only in our minds!!! ;) thanks so much for coming by - hope to see you again soon!!!
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